Super Smash Bros. Gay – Chapter 2 [MM][ANAL][BI][BLACKMAIL][DS][EXHIB][HUMIL][MDOM][VOY]

I was beating my meat furiously. I was almost at the finish line when that annoying cunt Satsuki suddenly opened the apartment door.

“Hernan! What the hell are you doing!?” he screamed at me.

When I enter the apartment, the living room is dead to the left, with a sofa chair against the wall. There’s a TV aligned with the wall the door is on. I was sitting on the sofa opposite to it, my feet on the coffee table, porn mag in the left hand, gun in my right, ready to paint the ceiling. But that girly shriek that Satsuki let out, instantly killed the boner.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m having some me time here,” I told him, annoyed.

First Adian, and Chris, and now this guy interrupting my plumbing.

“You’re an absolutely despicable animal, Hernan. Go do that in your room!”

And then he mumbled: “Always the same with this guy…”

“Can’t even jack off in my own four walls,” I grumbled to myself.

I clenched my teeth, stood up, picked up the shorts and boxers on the floor, and walked into my room.

DDD’s Hazing Part 3 [MF] [fiction] [d/s] [blackmail] [exhib] [hazing] [slave/master]

[Here is part 2.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rp5buq/ddds_hazing_part_1_mf_fiction_ds_blackmail_exhib/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[And here is part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rmnms9/ddds_hazing_part_1_ff_ds_blackmail_exhib_nosex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

*Before this starts I want to say that hazing should never be done. It is a terrible outdate ritual. This story is 100% fiction and fantasy.*

*Sorry, this one is a little short.*

*If any women that have been reading the stories have things they would like to see happen or have ways I can improve my writing to make you like it more, I’d love to hear from you.*

Not wanting to pass the scene with Katie again, we walk a different way back to his dorm. One of my good friends is walking in the opposite direction of us. I try to hide behind my Master. He tells me to not be embarrassed, plenty of people will see my body. My face turns bright red as I step out from behind him. I can feel my pussy starting to get wet, then wave to my friend. We talked for awhile, strangely, she never mentioned my nudity.

The campus was very empty today. I wonder if everyone is in the quad with Katie. We arrive back at his dorm, drop off my clothes. “Come on, we have to get you new clothes.”

Gang boss has fun with young sissy [Full on Patreon][M4M][Mafia/Mob Boss][Femboy][Strip Tease][Power Play][Rough][Plot]

The light filtering through the blinds sliced Mr. Terlizzi’s figure, making him look like a glowing racoon. It was the only window, since this was one of the private rooms in this club. Most of them had people coming in and out, but this one was always reserved for Nick for whenever he had to make business deals or had an evening companion to play with.

He nervously glanced across the room at Linus Godfrey, who was sitting quietly on the red loveseat and sipping his glass of wine. He had yet to take his gloves off and he looked terribly uncomfortable in his outfit now that he was sitting down. Nick pulled his eyes away to sip his scotch, trying not to make his hunger for the man so obvious. He wasn’t particularly ashamed to be attracted to both sexes; he was a man of simple pleasures, so it didn’t matter what tools you were given, but only how you used them. And Nick couldn’t help but wonder how Linus would be using his tools tonight…

DDD’s Hazing Part 1 [MF] [fiction] [d/s] [blackmail] [exhib] [hazing] [slave/master] mentions of [rape]

[Here is the link to part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rmnms9/ddds_hazing_part_1_ff_ds_blackmail_exhib_nosex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

*This is meant to be part 2, I just accidentally said part 1 in the title*

*Before this starts I want to say that hazing should never be done. It is a terrible outdate ritual. This story is 100% fiction and fantasy.*

“I am Grace, your slave. I am rushing Delta Delta Delta. As part of my hazing, I must spend this entire school year as your slave.”

“What do you mean by my slave?” The young man responds.

“In order to be initiated, I must do everything you ask of me, no matter what. If I am not initiated, I will be the family disappointment and will have a video of me squirting everywhere sent to everyone I know.” I say with desperation. I need my new master to accept me.

“I am not doing this. I’m against hazing to begin with. Plus any kinky dynamic needs to be fully consensual, this is not consensual.”

“Please… Master. I need this. I promise I want to be your slave. I will do anything you ask of me. I need to be in Delta Delta Delta. Please just help me.”

Kidnapped by my friends ex (MMF, brother/ex/sister, incest, rape, kidnapping, coercion, knife, blackmail, video, oral, anal, double penetration)

“You sure you’ll be okay Sky?”

“I’ll be fine. See ya tomorrow Issy.”

“Sure? There’s noone else here.”

“Sure. Besides you can’t stay. Remember your date?”

“Oh shit! I almost forgot! See ya Sky!”

I wave her bye as I gather my things, chuckling to myself. No wonder she lost her angel of an ex. He used to accept when she stayed out late or even missed date nights. He would send her flowers when she missed stuff. Once, they’d planned a whole weekend together and she forgot, leaving him stranded when she didn’t turn up at the meet up spot on the cruise. That was when he ended it. Now it’s just tinder hookups and month long relationships for her. She still drunk cals him though. He doesn’t care.

I wince as I lift my bag. It’s heavy and my shoulders are killing. Tennis will do that to you. Especially three days in a row. I drop my bag and roll my shoulders, glancing at the showers. *Nah, I’ll shower at home. It’s safer.* With a deep breath, I lift my bag on to my shoulder and walk out, down the empty hallway. I wave at the receptionist working late and smile at her, handing her my card.

Anything for an A – Part 1 [Mdom] [Exhibitionism] [slight blackmail]

stared down at the C- minus in horror. 

In high school, I’d been a straight-A student with a perfect GPA, but now that I was in college, my grades and my GPA were plummeting. 

It wasn’t even that I was slacking off or partying – I’d spent countless nights locked away in my dorm, eyes glued to my textbooks until the sun came up. But the curriculum was harder here and the professors didn’t give any breaks. 

What am I going to tell my parents? They’re paying for my tuition. If they think I’m slacking off or being lazy, they’ll drag me back home and force me into community college. 

As hard as university was, it was still better than crawling back to my tiny, po-dunk hometown as a failure. 

No, there’s got to be something I can do – maybe some sort of extra credit. I’ll talk to the professor. 

With that plan in mind, I waited until class was over the next afternoon to speak with Professor Abbott. The other students cleared out quickly, but Professor Abbott remained at his desk, clicking away at his laptop. 

I took a deep breath and approached him. “Um, professor?” 

Familial Love [Blackmail]

I now had a problem, a creeping one I wanted to ignore for a long time. Something that creeped as a tense pain on her temple, and guilt in her heart. Her little brother was being bullied.

Black eye, she managed to calm down her 18 year old brother. She remembered telling him that those new friends were no good for him, and it ended with a black eye, and him losing his debit card; It was getting progressively worse, from pushing in hallways, getting girls in high school to mock him, to now getting jumped.

*This is getting tiring.*

“Those bastards they stole from me, we were good friends.” He said depressed.

“Right, let’s take it one step at a time.” Rubbing his back, I was slightly irritated, almost angry. *Like why and how, he should’ve just listened to me.*

Internally sighing, I had already contacted the police but they wouldn’t bother with petty stuff given the large amount of crimes in the city, the highschool didn’t care about outside matters, and their parents were too busy. As usual, uncaring, and uninvolved. Leaving him to her.

Bullied (rape)(gang bang)(cumdump)(blackmail)

I now had a problem, a creeping one I wanted to ignore for a long time. Something that creeped as a tense pain on her temple, and guilt in her heart. Her little brother was being bullied.
Black eye, she managed to calm down her 18 year old brother. She remembered telling him that those new friends were no good for him, and it ended with a black eye, and him losing his debit card; It was getting progressively worse, from pushing in hallways, getting girls in high school to mock him, to now getting jumped.
*This is getting tiring.*
“Those bastards they stole from me, we were good friends.” He said depressed.
“Right, let’s take it one step at a time.” Rubbing his back, I was slightly irritated, almost angry. *Like why and how, he should’ve just listened to me.*
Internally sighing, I had already contacted the police but they wouldn’t bother with petty stuff given the large amount of crimes in the city, the highschool didn’t care about outside matters, and their parents were too busy. As usual, uncaring, and uninvolved. Leaving him to her.
Hugging his head I brushed my hand through his blonde hair, pinching his cheeks to make a silly face.
“Don’t be so glum, your big sis will solve it, I’ve trained in martial arts for several years. I’m really strong after all.” Smiling at him, I let emotions will my actions. It was just one guy, it should be fine. She thought.
“I’m sorry for being weak.”
“Then keep training, I’m sure one day you’ll be strong.”
*It was the only encouragement I could offer my little brother.*

Miss Reed and the Professor

The hour was getting late on a Friday afternoon, and he was getting progressively perturbed. The office floor was practically deserted, pleasantly so one should think. But of course, this one idiot of a professor had to cram in all the student feedback into one week, making it impossible to get a break or an ounce of clarity in his mind. “Okay, just one more and I can go home” he muttered to himself. He had let the students book their own appointments for these little feedback sessions, based on available timeslots in an online spreadsheet. He did not expect anyone to actually book the 18.30 slot on Friday, who would be antisocial enough to do that to themselves? Then he looked up the name… and instantly got a bad feeling about this.

Step Sister Corruption Part 195 – Day 112 Drive Home Pt 3 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

**YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!!!**

My little submissive tart of a Step sister has been broadcasting our little fuck session to the entire ***god damn*** entourage of girl’s we **just** met.

How do I know that?

Easy…up on the screen was the evidence as there was a multitude of texts from all the girl’s with their names clearly seen.

Texts like:

*Anita: holy shit he’s still going!*

*Bonnie: there’s no way that’s real*

*Josephine: pull her hair*

*Heidi: damn if I knew I should have been more forceful when I asked for a ride*

*Jaime: I didn’t know his cock was that big*

And a whole slew of texts much like those gems were clearly seen on the screen.

I looked at Kel, “What did you fucking do?”

Kel quickly stammered, “Please don’t be mad Gabe.”

I repeated my question, “What did you do?”

Kel sheepishly answered, “I shared my car’s video recordings live to the girl’s.”

I nearly freaked out, “You ***WHAT***???”